Author's Note: Sorry if I update things really irregularly. I don't have much time to write during the week and sometimes I'm working on other stories or I'm just not in the mood.

"Yes. Me." the man with the shiny shoes replied.

"Who?" Sam asked confused.

"I am Azriel. I've met your brother once before. You were only five years old, Sam. Dean stopped me doing away with you back then though; it was very embarrassing. Pity you're both a bit tied up now though isn't it? This wouldn't be nearly as fun as it could be."

The ties snapped and the boys were flung into opposite walls and held there by an invisible force. The Leshy hung back in the corner with a wicked grin on its face. The boys struggled but to no avail. They couldn't get free.

"I've done away with loads like you Sam. But you're special, you're my brother's favourite. Dean, well Dean is just going to die." Azriel said with a shrug. "Gangly here tells me you boys tried to make a call on the trip over. I hope it was your daddy, it'd be great to get rid of the Winchesters in one go." Sam and Dean said nothing; they just glared at him. "Well aren't you the chatty ones." he strode over to Sam, "Tell me Sammy. Who did you phone and do they know where to find you?" Sam said nothing, "Come on Sam, sure you don't want to talk?" he pulled out a knife and ran it down the length of Sam's shirt exposing his chest. Azriel looked at the burn and dragged his knife through it. Sam's body jerked in pain. "I know torturing you wont help me in the slightest. You wont tell me anything. But I wonder how long you can stand to see big brother holding his guts in with his bare hands."

"No!" Sam yelled.

"Sam it's fine. You'll be alright." Dean tried to reassure his little brother even though he didn't truly believe his own words.

Azriel moved towards the older Winchester, he face twisted in a loathsome grin, his sandy hair crested his forehead in waves. He dragged the glimmering sliver knife across Dean's chest opening a long shallow ravine of thick red blood.

"Son of a..." Dean groaned and tried to knee the bastard in the face but his legs were forced back against the wall with even more force than before.

"Look Az... Azriel." Sam tried to catch the demon's attention whilst trying to hide the quiver in his voice, "Please stop. Let him go."

"Well I would. But then you'd never talk to me. So I won't." he flashed his pearly white teeth in a menacing smile.

Dean groaned in pain once more as the razor-sharp blade pierced through his skin. Blood flowed from his forearm, seeping through and into his shirt. His jaw clenched shut, he wouldn't give this bastard the satisfaction. In a sudden burst of anger Sam managed to somehow escape from the demon's grasp and the rugby tackled the sucker through a weak point in the wooden wall, that had been steadily munched away at by woodworm. The two tall men tumbled head first into the old wooden waterwheel. Dean slid down the wall and landed on the floor, finally able to move his limbs. The Leshy had run out after Sam and his, her, it's, whatever, master.

Bobby floored the accelerator as he sped down the empty country lanes. He needed to be as fast as he could while still avoiding speed cameras and cops. Rickety old country lanes seemed to be the best way to go about it for the time being. He couldn't understand why those idjits hadn't just called their old man. Sure, he'd do anything for those two, but if he was being dragged away from a case just because Sam and John had had another argument and Sam didn't want to crawl back to his father grovelling... well Bobby would have words with him about that.

The rusty Volvo ground to a halt outside the Bed and Breakfast. Bobby took out his gun and a torch. His heart told him to get on the road, find the boys! But his common sense told him to scope the place out first. He crept in through the open door and found the boy's fake signatures in the log book after taking a long frown at the abandoned burgers on the floor. Room 10. He edged his way round corners and up the stairs, always keeping the barrel of the gun pointing ahead in case anything did decide to jump out and shout "Boo". The door to their room stood ajar but the salt line hadn't been broken. "Sam? Dean?" he called out knowing they weren't there. But saying their names reassured him somehow. Sam's laptop sat open on the desk, it looked like he had been using it to figure out why vampires would fraternize with demons, he wouldn't find any answers online no matter how hard he looked. The long thin crack from the earlier attack remained on the screen but didn't disrupt the display too much. He picked up a couple of guns from Dean's weapons bag and headed back down stairs again, this time he headed into the living room; sensing nothing off about it he moved into the kitchen. The tile lay abandoned on the floor, shoved into a random corner under the table. This didn't seem good. Secret cellars are never good. Bobby flicked the switch on his flashlight and shone the beam down into the dark gaping hole in the middle of the floor. A set of steps ran down so far that he couldn't see the bottom in this light. He took a deep breath and took the first step down the stairs to the cellar. Fresh blood smeared on the steps glistened in the torchlight. He took a few more steps until he eventually reached the bottom. So far nothing had come out to try to kill him. This was getting ridiculous, a few more spots of blood on the steps and a basement filled with empty barrels with candles flickering in a gentle breeze. Dean's gun lay discarded on the floor by the mutilated body of the plump pink lady. Bobby frowned as he peered at the body, that must have been an unpleasant way to go. He would come back once the boys had been recovered and alert the local authorities, even if they were all pricks who kept trying to arrest them for doing their damn job.

"Screw this. I'm calling John." he muttered angrily to himself and pulled out his mobile, that man should never have left his kids alone. Not for one minute.

"Bobby?" John's confused voice came through the tinny speaker.

"You stupid, stupid son of a bitch." Bobby spat out, "You left them alone? Why?"

"Has something happened?"

"Your boys are gone."

"Gone?"

Bobby could clearly detect the mixture of worry and anger in his old friend's voice. "I don't know much. They called me. Get yourself over here and I'll fill you in on the rest. Oh and pick up an iron axe on the way." Bobby quickly recited his location and hung up the phone. Thank god John was only half an hour away. He hated to make those boys wait any longer than they deserved; and they didn't deserve to wait at all.

The next half hour was the longest half hour of his life.

"Die. Ugly. Bastard." Sam growled, punching Azriel in the face each time he took a breath. Azriel merely grinned.

"I see why my brother likes you. You've got a fighting spirit I'll grant you that." Azriel grinned and flung Sam off him and into the ice-cold river.

Sam, caught off guard by the things Azriel had said, sat up in the frigid river. No bones were broken but he was pretty sure he had sprained his knee. The throbbing pain shot through his leg as he tried to stand up.

"I was going to wait for you to tell me where daddy was. But you're more trouble than you're worth." Azriel strode confidently out into the water, unaffected by the Arctic temperature. The cool water splashed all over his pinstriped trousers and splattered his blazer. He stood directly in-front of Sam who shrank back in fear. The water made him numb to the bone. The Leshy crept forwards, ignoring Dean, towards Sam and Azriel. The blonde man in the pinstripe suit towered over the scrawny sixteen year old kid who lay shivering in the water. Azriel grinned and grabbed Sam's mass of tousled hair. "Time to die Sammy." he pulled Sam forwards. The young Winchester had no strength left to fight back and could hardly do more than struggle feebly as his head was forced under the water. Sam thrashed about as best he could but to no avail. As he began to lose all hope; as he began to wonder if it would be better just to open his mouth and let all the water in; Azriel was thrown forwards into the water by none other than Sam's big brother Dean.